These are the final 4 lines of poet James Elroy Flecker’s The Golden Journey to Samarkand.
Ok, so I didn’t make it to Samarkand, but hope to one day. When traveling through the “Stans” one of the difficulties is navigating the once-weekly flights between countries. I was sick that I couldn’t get to Samarkand or Bukhara, but such is life.
Tashkent is a lovely, modern city with several rivers running through it, and a large “central” park with a collection of water fountains, culminating in Niagara Falls. (insert picture)
They have a fantastic marketplace in Tashkent (actually they have 30+ markets) but the biggest is worth visiting.
I was able to make some Obi nan sesame bread with a local baker, and there are a ton of interesting fruits and veggies to admire. The black market rate for dollars was 6300 to 1 and for a cool souvenir I got a “brick” of 500 some bills for ten bucks.
At the handicraft market I asked one of the artisans if he would show me how to make a wooden plate and he was happy to oblige.